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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 5:16 pm
"See you around," Riley said to the cloud of dust that was previously Lucius. His eyes spotted something on the ground, and he realized it was a wallet. Picking it up and looking at the ID he realized it was Lucius'. 'Damn,' Riley thought, 'I have to get home now, but..' He trailed off on his thought, gaze drifting down to the wallet. The card for the stranger's work was there, so Riley figured it he would make a quick stop on his way home to drop it off.
With an exasperated sigh, Riley lifted his bag over his shoulder, mindful of the wound, and walked into the pet shop. "Hey, does a um-- Lucius work here? He dropped his wallet," Riley said awkwardly, holding the wallet in his hand to emphasize the point while shifting his weight to his strong side. "If you see him, give this to him, I have to get home," he said.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 5:54 pm
The moment the bell to the door jingled, signifying a new customer, Lucius sighed. "Darn, and I was just about finished," he stopped for a bit, looking at the dog tag. "Fido?" The dog barked happily and wagged his tail. "Okay, just wait here, I'll be right back."
Walking over to the front, he found the boy he met earlier. "Hi there, fancy meeting you here," he said with a smile. He looked at the boy's outstretched hand and saw his wallet. "My wallet! Thank you so much!" He looked around, the person who's dog he was grooming wouldn't be back in a bit, so he could waste a little bit of time. "Thank you for bringing it back, I hope it wasn't such an inconvenience to you. I'll be sure to give you a reward another time if you have to go, if not then please have a seat and I'll get to you in a bit. Fido is waiting for me back there," he said from over the counter, a big smile on his pale features.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:20 pm
Riley made a disappointed sigh he felt should belong there. "I'm sorry," he said, truly feeling a little guilty. "I'm in a hurry and need to get going. No reward necessary," he said crossing his arms across his chest to emphasize the "no" part, careful not to disturb the bandages that were wrapped around his chest. "I really have to get going, so I guess I'll see you around," he said, smiling before turning and leaving out the door. Quickly, Riley swiftly and quietly fled around the corner and into an alleyway, lifting up his shirt to examine that the wound had soaked through. "Ah F--" he swore, poking at it. Quickly he removed the bandages to change them and rewrap them. Those would need stitches, but he'd manage. Always had.
Pulling his shirt back down, Riley walked back out into the streets and blended in with the crowd on the familiar streets back home.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 7:38 pm
At the fact that the boy had to go, he felt a bit sad, but nodded nonetheless. Some people just didn't have too much time on their hands, he didn't either for that matter, but sometimes he just made some. Sighing he said ,"Fine, no reward. Have a good day!" Lucius watched the boy ran out of his grooming parlor and then went back to Fido."Okay, boy, where were we?" he asked, smiling at the spaniel. He barked and wagged his tail. And the dragon hybrid got to work.
After he was done with all his appointments for that day, it was already late at night."Man, today was a really busy day. And tomorrow is pretty full, too, but this is the good life!" he said, stretching a bit and walked in the direction of his home.
On his way home, a guy jumped out of an ally and pointed a gun at him. "Give me your money kid and you won't get hurt!" Lucius stopped and stared at him with a bored look. He took out on of his contacts, the movement scaring the robber and making him smirk, and he stared at him. The dragon hybrid could tell that the true appearance of his eye unnerved the man, and he thanked his linage for giving him such looks at the moment. He then snapped his fingers, saying the word: "Fekiw Wurunwa"("Greedy Illusion")
Instantly the man fell to his knees and started to scream, clawing at his skin. Lucius really had no idea what the other male was seeing, because an if he had used that same illusion on some else, it would have gotten a different reaction. It proved to him that it all depends on the person what horrible things they see. A few minutes had passed until the man fainted, the skin on his arms bleeding.
He bent down and applied some healing balm, he had made and carried along, on the wounds. "This will help you heal, but, if you weren't such a greedy man, this would never had happened to you," he whispered softly, getting up and leaving. He put his contact back on too, in case he saw someone else out at night. People tend to freak when they see a person with inhuman eyes, like his.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 3:10 pm
Riley arrived home and immediately examined the damage. It wasn't anything so bad, but it did require a few stitches. He grabbed a needle and put it over a flame on the stove to sterilize it before threading it and swabbing his wound with some alcohol (the sting made him hiss) before adding the few stitches and closing the wound with some medical tape and bandages. He slumped forward when he was done and made his way to the pullout couch in the living room and fell asleep nearly immediately.
He woke up the next morning slightly sore but took off anyways off to his morning classes on campus.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:55 pm
Lucius had gotten home and fallen asleep the moment his head touched the bed. The next morning, he woke up sometime near noon. It was a nice sunny day outside and he groaned. "I hate mornings," he mumbled, knowing he had to get up either way.
Once up, he went about doing his usual chores and made himself breakfast. He then made himself some lunch and headed to work. "Today is going to be a busier day than yesterday. I hope the city can hold it's own for an hour or so," he said as he left his home, locking it.
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